Self Harm

For over a year I’ve tried and tried,
To release this pain I have inside.
I thought I could handle it on my own,
that’s why the hurt was never shown.
I couldn’t stop dreaming of grasping a knife,
slitting my wrists and ending my life.
It was stuck in my mind, it drove me insane,
So I cut myself and I could feel the pain.
I didn’t know what to do, I’d had enough,
I thought punishing myself would end all this stuff.
Two weeks later I discovered I was addicted
I was so full of pain and it was all self-inflicted.
I felt so alone, I just couldn’t cope,
Cutting became a release my only hope.
I hated the marks, the blood and the pain,
But I was so addicted, I couldn’t refrain.
I don’t know why I did all this self harm,
But I couldn’t stop ripping that blade through my arm.
I was sick of being hurt and being so sore,
So I’m trying not to cut myself any more.

Cuts don’t solve pain they make it all worse,
You think it’s a cure, but it’s just a curse.
So if you think about cutting, please just don’t,
Because pain will fade but scars just won’t.